So you come on home, walk through the door.
She´s in the kitchen searching through the drawers.
So you stop and watch her and ask what she´s looking for.
She says she´s not sure.

And it gets late and you turned off the lights.
Her body´s so close to you in the night.
But you dare not touch her and you don´t wanna fight, so you just say,
"Goodnight."

This old routine will drive you mad
It´s just a mumble never spoken out loud
And sometimes you don´t even know why you loved her.
Well you look at her now, and you see why.

And your youngest is out fighting a war.
But he won´t say what he´s fighting for.
If he´s gone because of war for you, in which you rather be true.

This old routine will drive you mad
It´s just a mumble never spoken out loud
Sometimes you can´t even recall the sound of his laughter.
Oh, well did you ever really know the sound?

This old routine will drive you mad
It´s just a mumble never spoken out loud
Sometimes you don´t even know how you´re still standing.
Well she looks at you now, and you see how.
Well you look at her now, and you know how.